Why was this heart of mine formed with so much sensibility! Or why not my fortune adapted to its impulses! Tenderness without a capacity of relieving only makes the man who feels it more wretched than the object which sues for assistance.
Oliver GoldsmithHe cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack, For he knew when he pleas'd he could whistle them back.
Oliver GoldsmithHere lies David Garrick, describe me who can, An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man.
Oliver Goldsmith